The Horizon after Lorea

The horizon opens like a tulip,a bouquet for the eyes, and the bellyof the moon sagging there, glisteninglight on the water-street that motionsinto the headlands. Crossing the sand,it beckons birds, limbs, moss, all the grotesqueand fevered minds, the lonely and wounded,the forbidden beasts of this world’s boundaries.At dawn, the flowers spring up and look,eyes of children wake, trawlers move out,and we forget night’s offering of roses,gifts of mother-of-pearl, as the earlyshadows grow huge on the purple waters.

Leonard Cirino is author of 17 chapbooks and 12 full-length collections of poems. His new chapbook, “Scattered Rhymes,” will be published by Cervená Barva Press.